Riot Maker

This song is dedicated to Brian B'zle Dennis

And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians

Real riot makers

This one right here's for the riot makers

The moshers, the stompers and jawbreakers

We gon' start this shit off right

We got KCMO in the house tonight

We gon' start this shit off right (off right)

We got Tecca N9na in the house tonight, come on

This is the moment for riders and thugs

Strippers in body bags, zippers and violence and drugs

Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the club

They say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in blood

This is my music for all my people missin' my music

Keep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it

Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it

For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest

I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'

Maybe in the music wanna be bumpin'

It's crunk, and it's hella haterific (haterific)

Throw your set up in the air is all the DJ really wanna play

When it's over, it's lookin' bloody and satanistic (satanistic)

Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit

I'm turbulence, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)

Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me

'Cause they say that Samoans will riot on Tecca N9na

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know

I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my shows

I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'

I'm a riot maker (riot maker)

I don't give a damn about nothin'

Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper

Riot maker

Hop in a mosh pit for sho'

You push, you shove, you get elbowed

Back on, 'cause this for Fat-Tone and Mac Dre

All of the soldiers who got gone on that day

All my people's sittin' in prison this is for you

So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?

Fuck the law man the government they'll hem yo' ass up

They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck

No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb

But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long

Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy

In Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby

Stage divin' and crowd-surfin', couldn't hold back

But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked

Now when this happened it wasn't even durin' my set

They wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital, bet

When Travis told me, "We got papers", I thought he was playin'

This bitch is suin' Tecca N9na for one hundred grand

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know

I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my shows

I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'

I'm a riot maker (riot maker)

I don't give a damn about nothin'

Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper

Riot maker

Stand back if you're frightened

Yeah, get back 'cause we fightin'

I'm a skyscraper

That's why everybody in my path is tryna get a little piece of my paper

Man, I swear the N9na will never love them, plug them

When I'm rollin' with Skatterman and Snug Brim

It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)

'Cause I'm still countin' money off the backstreets (ha)

Every city, every show, I got to pack heat (pack heat)

This ain't no fuckin' rap song, check my rap sheet

I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine

Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time

And I never raise my voice, you a bum, why should I holler on you?

With a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you

Sss, sss, sick them rottweilers on you

Killers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you

A made man in the streets, I made grams

Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans

Now I'm chillin' on the tour with the red-head wonder

Did 57 shows in a three-month summer

Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech

Gonna be found in Swope Park with his nuts in his neck

Like you ain't know, we put it down like this

Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins

Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin, so watch your tongue

If you woopin' we come to shootin' up at you and your bitch

You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit

You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch

Whether it's reppin', dog, or movin' them bricks

I keep it gutta, little homie, look my records, see I'm doin' it big

As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga, I'm filled with star qualities

I hang out with bitches that's naked, and watch the broad swallow me

It's always solo, you can't fake it, so don't try ta follow me

You still can't get back up on your feet, you right back where you ought to be

I see you failin' 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy

Invest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot, boy

It's really fuck a hater, some-some weed, get ya paper

You can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know

I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my shows

I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'

I'm a riot maker (riot maker)

I don't give a damn about nothin'

Slide Freaker, I'm a skyscraper

Riot maker

We will shut this motherfucka down

We will tear up your motherfuckin' town

Since 1985, 66, triple 8, 46, 99, 3

Welcome to ever ready (en-enjoy)